"Is that so?" Shen Yu leaned forward quickly, pecked Shang Junlin's face lightly, and retreated before Shang Junlin could react.
Now it was Shang Junlin's turn to be stunned, he just said casually, he didn't really want to take the opportunity to make Shen Yu do anything, between him and Shen Yu, he was rejected eight or nine times out of ten times, he almost got used to.
The instant kiss, Shang Junlin didn't even have time to react, it was over.
Shang Junlin tensed his expression and looked at the young man beside him.
Shen Yu was still dressed in light-colored clothes, and because he was indoors, he didn't wear a cape with a fur collar. His palm-sized face seemed to be shining in the sun, and his eyes were sly.
"You." Shang Junlin was helpless, how could he not understand at this time, the depression was intentional.
Knowing that he didn't mean that, the kiss he wanted was not a light touch on the cheek, but he said "kiss", Shen Yu really only kissed once, saying that he was done, and he did, but It makes people feel empty.
"I've done everything Your Majesty asked, and His Majesty can't ask me to do anything with this matter next time." Shen Yu blinked, her face full of innocence.
"When did I feel sorry for you?" Shang Jun raised his brows lightly.
"Last time, I clearly said I couldn't do it, but you still held me back." There is a reason for Shen Yu's refusal to agree to Shang Junlin's request. Shang Junlin has been too long, and he still refuses to stop when he calls Time stopped, after the time in the bath, Shang Junlin occasionally moved deliberately, thinking about the consequences of that time gloomyly, but refused to agree.
"Why does your lord hold grudges so much?" Shang Junlin squeezed his fingers suggestively.
As if lighting a fire, the fingertips began to feel hot, and Shen Yu retracted his fingers silently.
After escaping a little, he was held even tighter by the man, and he looked up sullenly, the man's face was serious, only the dark ink in his eyes revealed one or two of his true thoughts.
Going on and wondering what will happen again, Shen Yu stood up from the soft couch as if being burned: "Suddenly remembered that the small kitchen has prepared new snacks, I'll go and see why they haven't been served yet."
Shang Junlin stared at the gloomy and flustered back, and smiled lowly.
If the man's gaze had any substance, he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to be gloomy. It wasn't until he stepped out of the room that the burning feeling dissipated.
"Why did your lord come out?" Eunuch Meng, who had been waiting outside the door the whole time, was surprised when he saw Shen Yu coming out.
Many times, in order to be alone with Shen Yu, Shang Junlin would not allow the palace servants to wait in the house. Shenyu is not used to being surrounded by palace servants all day long, so he agrees with Shang Junlin's approach.
"Let me see if the pastry that the small kitchen said to be presented is ready." How flustered he was, his gloomy face didn't show it at all.
"Your Majesty is talking about a new style developed by the small kitchen? It is ready, but I see that the time has not yet arrived, so I am afraid to disturb Your Majesty and His Majesty, so let them wait."
"Let someone bring it up, your majesty is hungry." Sullen threw the blame on Shang Junlin's head mercilessly.
Eunuch Meng didn't doubt that he was there, so he went to give orders.
After staying outside for a while, feeling that he had calmed down, he turned depressed and went into the house.
Shang Junlin's movements remained unchanged when he left with him, and when he saw Shen Yu coming in, the smile in his eyes deepened.
"Your Majesty, the people from the small kitchen are coming soon." Shen Yu reminded Shang Junlin that outsiders are coming soon, so don't mess around like just now.
"What do you think I'm going to do just now?" Shang Junlin looked at depression with great interest.
Relying on the fact that the people from the small kitchen are coming soon, Shang Junlin will not act recklessly, and becomes more courageous: "Does Your Majesty want to kiss me? Hug me? Or... me?"
Shen Yu said the words in the middle in a very low voice, but Shang Junlin could still hear every word clearly. He put down the scroll in his hand, stood up from the soft couch, and approached Shen Yu step by step.
"Oh? It seems that your lord has very clear thoughts about me, so is your lord planning to satisfy me?"
The man approached with a fierce aura, as if he had let go of the shackles of the beast in his heart, and a sense of aggression rushed to his face.
The man's breath was getting closer and closer, and Shen Yu had to stretch out his hand against the man's chest to prevent him from approaching.
Shang Junlin lowered his head, his fiery breath lingered on the sensitive skin of Shen Yu's neck, causing tremors.
"Your Majesty, someone is coming..."
The gloomy voice suddenly stopped, and he could feel something warm gently touching the side of his neck.
- Those are Shang Junlin's lips.
It's about to leave, as if responding to the lip that was imprinted on his face with gloom.
The blush spread from the neck and climbed to the cheeks little by little. After a while, the entire face of Sullen was flushed.
The jade-like skin is dyed crimson, like a ripe fruit, tempting to taste.
Shang Junlin's eyes became darker and darker, and he lifted his depressed chin, and the distance between the two became closer.
Shen Yu watched helplessly as the man's handsome face continued to enlarge in front of his eyes. His own reflection was clearly reflected in those eyes, as if he was inadvertently sucking himself in. The world is boundless, only you and me.
As if bewitched, Shen Yu didn't refuse, allowing Shang Junlin to keep shortening the distance between the two.
Shen Yu could feel that the arms around his waist were getting tighter and tighter. He didn't close his eyes, staring blankly at the man who kept approaching.
"Ayu, can you?"
While breathing, he heard a man's magnetic voice.
Shen Yu nodded invisibly.
Shang Junlin was about to kiss him when he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the dessert is here."
It was Eunuch Meng's voice.
Shen Yu suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly pushed Shang Junlin, who was defenseless, and was pushed back a step by him.
The two looked at each other.
The ambiguous atmosphere gradually dissipated in the slightly awkward silence.
Both of them knew that it was impossible to continue.
Shang Junlin said with a dark face: "Get out."
"Pfft," Shen Yu laughed tremblingly, resting his forehead on Shang Junlin's shoulder, trembling, "Your Majesty, don't blame me this time."
It can only be blamed on the timing of the arrival of the people from the small kitchen.
Eunuch Meng could hear the strong displeasure in Shang Junlin's tone, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, isn't it because His Majesty is hungry, why is the person in the small kitchen still angry after delivering the food
Eunuch Meng didn't dare to delay, and led the palace staff to serve the cakes prepared in the small kitchen one by one.
Shen Yu is still laughing, for some reason, the more he thinks about it, the more he wants to laugh.
"Stop laughing." Shang Junlin said helplessly, and patted his depressed back.
All kinds of cakes were placed on the table, and the unique sweetness of the cakes wafted away. Sullen finally remembered that the cakes were ordered by himself, stopped smiling, and looked at the table by climbing Shang Junlin's shoulder.
Red, green, white, round, square, with fruit... Each kind of dim sum is only half the size of a palm, and there is a full table.
The skill of the royal chef who makes dim sum in the small kitchen is unique, and it is a skill passed down from generation to generation. Because Shang Junlin does not have high requirements for food, this person's skills have not been fully utilized until Shen Yu entered the palace and poached him from all the chefs. come out.
To commemorate the recognition of his talent, he knew that Shen Yu liked all kinds of cakes. After coming to Yuzhang Palace, this person devoted himself to making cakes, sweet, salty, sour... all kinds of tastes.
The table put on today is the result of his research during this period of time.
Shen Yu deliberately asked Shang Junlin for the time, and found a relatively free time to share the new pastries with him.
Just didn't expect to interrupt that...
After the cakes were placed, the palace people retreated one after another. Eunuch Meng glanced at His Majesty, who was dissatisfied with desire, and retreated silently.
It seems, it seems, it seems that he has disturbed His Majesty's good business...
Eunuch Meng retreated outside the house, closed the door, and sighed: Young people are energetic.
Sullenly poked Shang Junlin who was still unhappy: "Your Majesty, come and taste the new cakes produced in the small kitchen. I specially reserved them to taste with you."
Hearing Shen Yu's words, Shang Junlin's complexion began to improve, and he led Shen Yu to the table and sat down.
Although the kiss he wanted was interrupted, Shen Yu thought about him everything, and even shared his favorite pastry with him. Thinking of this, Shang Junlin felt a lot of irony.
Shen Yu had long been fascinated by the sweet scent of the pastry. As soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
Mmm~ delicious!
"Eat slowly, there are many more." Shang Junlin wiped off the sugar stains from the corner of Shen Yu's mouth, and looked at Shen Yu intently without moving his chopsticks.
Xu is obsessed with sweets because he needs to drink bitter medicine all the year round. After Shang Junlin knew his preference, he ordered Eunuch Meng to find all the royal chefs who are good at making sweets in the palace and send them to Yuzhang Palace. depressed do.
It's just that the daily portion is strictly limited, and eating too much sweets is not good for the body, so that depression can only satisfy the craving every time, and there are very few opportunities to eat freely like today.
Thanks to Shang Junlin's blessing, if it wasn't for Shen Yu who had an idea and said that he would taste new products with Shang Junlin, he would not have such an opportunity.
"Your Majesty, try it too." Seeing that there was nothing in front of Shang Junlin, the chopsticks that Su Yu was about to deliver to his mouth turned around, and put the soft pastry into Shang Junlin's bowl.
Because of what happened just now, I felt a little bit of guilt in my heart. I didn't want Shang Junlin to have psychological reasons for tasting dim sum because of this incident. With a little bit of compensation, I paid more attention to Shang Junlin after eating.
Shen Yu tasted it while giving it to Shang Junlin, because his mind was completely captured by the pastry, and he didn't know if he forgot to change the serving chopsticks.
Shang Junlin looked at the crooked pile of cakes in the bowl, and didn't remind Shen Yu that he didn't change the serving chopsticks, and ate them one by one slowly.
As expected, Shen Yu was full again, even though most of the pastries on the table went into Shang Junlin's stomach.
In order to digest, Shang Junlin took a walk outside with depression.
From winter to spring, the green grass pokes out from the grass, the dead trees sprout new buds, and some plants that are not afraid of the cold winter have already bloomed beautiful flowers.
Shen Yu ate to his heart's content and was in a particularly good mood. With one hand propped up on his waist, he slowly moved on the path.
Taking care of his speed, Shang Junlin slowed down and walked beside him.
Shen Yu looked at Shang Junlin who was holding his waist, and then at himself who was supporting his waist with one hand, and laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at, sir?" After a feeding session, Shang Junlin's mood has completely changed from cloudy to sunny.
"Your Majesty, do you think our posture is very..." Sullen stopped, "Hmm... a bit strange..."
"What's so strange?" Shang Junlin stopped, one hand still resting on his gloomy waist.
"Your Majesty, look at me." Shen Yu straightened his waist and touched his stomach, "Does it look like you have His Majesty's baby in your belly?"
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The man leaned on top, his voice hoarse: "Ayu, tell me, is there our baby here?"
"Your Majesty, I'm a man, I won't..."
"Ayu, think about it before answering."
The light and shadow swirled, and after a while, the young man wailed: "...There is..."